Caleb drew this a couple weeks ago.
Chelsea had to be like big brother and drew her own version.
These pictures are sunny and cheerful, but Good Friday was actually dark and sorrowful. Jesus Christ was beaten, spat upon, mocked, whipped, insulted, and nailed to a cross. Willingly. For you and for me. He could have easily refused to go through with it. “Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels?” (Matthew 26:53) But He chose to die a cruel and agonizing death so He wouldn’t have to live without you and me for all eternity. If that isn’t a picture of true love, I don’t know what is.
He was sinless, but He chose to take our sin upon Himself and be punished for us so we won’t have to be punished. (2 Corinthians 5:21)
Imagine I am crossing a busy street, and I don’t see a car coming straight at me. A man jumps out and pushes me away from the car to save me. The man is struck by the car and killed. I would be eternally indebted to that man and his family for saving my life and dying in my place. Would I keep his good deed to myself? No way. I would tell everyone. You wouldn’t be able to shut me up. I would live to honor him, and I would do everything I could to make sure his family was loved and cared for.
That’s what Jesus did for me. He died in my place. How can I not live for Him?
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